What a great question.

Wen Ruan stood there and thought about it for a while, then solemnly said: "You have been trained."

Fu Zhihuan: "...?"

"The morning before yesterday, you taught me not to put blueberry jam and Laoganma in the bread, it would be smelly. Five days ago, you didn't put your high heels on the shoe cabinet because I changed shoes. It took me a minute, by the way, and a week ago, you went out ten minutes late because of my makeup and taught me from the community to the door of the company."

After finishing all these "criminal records", Wen Ruan said confidently: "So you have clearly taught me many times, and just now suddenly spoke with that stinky face, I suspect It's totally reasonable to kill me!"

At the moment, she looked proud and raised her chest and hips, as if she really took what Fu Zhihuan just said as a question and answered it seriously, and by the way, she also said "I have a good memory". Proud expression.

Fu Zhihuan was silent.

“…”

It's amazing.

Wen Ruan is not a person who holds grudges. After the misunderstanding is resolved, he is like a normal person.

It wasn't until the earl sneezed again that she remembered the reason why she came to find Fu Zhihuan, so she knelt down and rubbed the earl's head: "Oh, yes. The earl seems to have a little cold. The nose looks like it's not clear."

Perhaps because of discomfort, the Earl twisted his tail after being touched twice and ran away from Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan's hands were suddenly empty, because the inertia palm subconsciously pressed down.

Just propped up on a broken tile.

"His!"

The sharpness of the tile made a small incision in Wen Ruan's palm, and some of the sharp corners were slightly pierced into the flesh, and blood beads oozing from the wound.

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine." Wen Ruan frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled out the broken tile, saying, "A small hole."

Fu Zhihuan frowned, walked to her side, and squatted down: "I'll take a look."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruan's wrist and gently pulled it in front of him.

Wen Ruan was stunned, but did not react to Fu Zhihuan's actions.

The slender knuckles held the inch of fair skin, making the originally slender wrist even more slender.

Fu Zhihuan's palm was a little cold at first, but I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Before holding Wen Ruan for a while, he could clearly feel a heat rise.

A heart pounded uncontrollably, her eyes fluttering around, trying to make herself look very calm.

"Come to the study with me."

After Fu Zhihuan checked the injury, he did not loosen his frown, but led her towards the study.

This is Wen Ruan's first visit to Fu Zhihuan's study.

There is a smell of sandalwood in it, and the two rows of bookcases are straight up to the roof of the house, but there are almost no vacancies, and they are arranged in order. The surrounding decoration is classical and elegant, but it gives a very atmospheric feeling.

Wen Ruan sat on the chair in front of the desk, dangling her legs, watching Fu Zhihuan take something out of the cabinet, then leaned down, squatted in front of her, one knee land.

She was taken aback by Fu Zhihuan's smooth movements, her swaying legs suddenly stopped, and her whole body shrank back quickly.

"Hands out to heal wounds."

Fu Zhihuan looked up at her and asked with a low smile, "Why are you so nervous?"

"...Oh." Wen Ruan obediently stretched out her hand, "I'm not nervous, I just didn't react."

"No response?"

"Yes, you suddenly squatted down." Wen Ruan thought for a while, and said, "I thought you were going to kneel down for the Count to admit my mistake, then I'll have a long life."

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, after a long time.

Fu Zhihuan: "I suggest you don't talk."

"Huh?"

"Otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't kick you out to sleep on the street tonight."

“…”

The cotton swab gently rubbed against her palm, making Wen Ruan feel a little itchy, but she just moved her fingertips to hold back the discomfort.

Wen Ruan lowered her head, only to see Fu Zhihuan's soft black hair, which made people want to rub it.

The light in the study room was dim, the clock on the wall was ticking forward, everything seemed to be long and warm.

Wen Ruan's throat itch, and suddenly shouted: "Fu Zhihuan."

"What do you do?" Fu Zhihuan didn't look up, but took out a Band-Aid and asked casually.

Hearing his question, Wen Ruan suddenly stopped talking.

Perhaps because the scene and atmosphere at the moment were too ambiguous, she almost had the idea of ​​"or just confess and ask for a good time".

But the thought put a brake on my mind.

No.

And, in case it gets rejected.

Wen Ruan sniffed.

Then I definitely don't have the face to stay at other people's house.

Fu Zhihuan found that the person in front of him had not written for a long time, so he raised his head and narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Wen Ruan glanced at the things in the glass cabinet next to her and tried to change the subject: "Hey, what is that thing that looks like a black egg locked in the glass cabinet?"

Fu Zhihuan heard Wen Ruan's questioning, his hands stopped, and then said, "A musical instrument."

"Instrument?"

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look, her eyes lit up: "This is Tao Xun, right? You can blow it too!"

Fu Zhihuan was slightly startled: "Do you know what this is?"

Tao Xun is not a well-known musical instrument, and it is not easy to learn, and its appearance is not particularly delicate, so when many people come to Fu Zhihuan's house to see this thing, they will think it is a decoration.

Wen Ruan nodded and said with a smile, "Well, I learned a little bit from an uncle with my friends when I was very young, but I don't have any artistic skills and can't persist."

After she finished speaking, she squinted and observed this thing carefully.

It has a very beautiful engraving on it. It is a girl sitting under a bouquet of flowers and blowing a xun, surrounded by a flock of birds. At first glance, it looks like a specially customized design pattern, and every stroke is lifelike.

She asked casually, "Can you blow?"

After asking, I felt like I just said nonsense, how could I put this thing on the glass cabinet of my desk if I don't know how to blow it.

"I won't."

Fu Zhihuan put the band-aid on, then stood up and turned to look at Tao Xun: "This is a gift from me, she likes this kind of thing very much."

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, then slowly straightened up, retracted her injured hand, touched the bandage with her thumb, and then pretended to be casual and asked, "Then why not Send it out?"

Fu Zhihuan did not answer immediately.

He just lowered his eyes, looked away from Tao Xun, and after a long time he laughed softly: "I can't give it to her."

"Why?"

"Well, because I lost her."

This is the first time that Wen Ruan read this kind of sadness in his tone.

It's like I'm feeling a little sad.

Wen Ruan stared at his toes: "That must be a very important person."

"Yes." Fu Zhihuan did not deny it.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes and felt a mess in her heart, and her emotions seemed to become more sad for a moment. Putting things in this position must explain the current position. This person is extremely important to Fu Zhihuan.

And according to the above pattern, most of this person is still a girl.

Wen Ruan's mood suddenly hit rock bottom.

It's as if I managed to stay by the side of the person I want to get close to, but I was suddenly told that this person may have a white moonlight that I cherish.

Thinking like this, Wen Ruan's mood became worse the more she thought about it, so she simply stood up: "I'm back in the room, remember to give the earl medicine."

Fu Zhihuan noticed Wen Ruan's sudden drop in mood, he frowned slightly, and before he asked for the exit, Wen Ruan stepped on his slippers to make a "snap" and went straight out of the study.

He reluctantly stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone, and was about to step forward when the phone on the table suddenly vibrated—

Fu Mingheng's phone call: "What the **** is going on with you? I haven't read the news these days. When I got home, I found out when did you get involved with that little girl from the Wen family?"

"Correct, it's not that little girl from the Wen family."

Fu Zhihuan leaned against the table and laughed lazily: "It's my fiancee."

Fu Mingheng took a deep breath and jumped furiously on the other end of the phone: "I still need your reminder?! What the **** are you going to play me?"

After saying this, he suddenly reacted to something, stayed silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked: "What's the matter, listening to you, I really like other people's children. girl?"

Faced with this sudden question, Fu Zhihuan did not answer immediately, he raised his eyes, looked at the quiet moonlight outside the window, and said nothing.

"I can make it clear to you that if you don't like a little girl, don't delay her. Wen Ruan is a good boy, and she is also a stubborn, I don't think she knows your identity, If you don't have any measure and really get caught up in it, it's the girl who gets hurt."

"I suggest you still..."

"Yes." At this moment, Fu Zhihuan suddenly spoke.

Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, but did not react: "What did you say?"

Fu Zhihuan straightened up with a low smile, looked away from the window, turned around, although there was a smile in his tone, but every word was very serious: "I am answering your question just now. ."

I don't need someone to remind you whether you like someone or not.

For example, you will pay special attention to her every move.

Worry about her low mood, or a small wound not worth mentioning.

Fu Zhihuan couldn't give himself a reason why he didn't like Wen Ruan.

“…”

Fu Mingheng really didn't expect that his younger brother, who has never been indifferent to things like love, would one day admit that he likes a girl so generously.

As a brother, he was very moved, and then—

"So you're **** playing me?"

"At that time, I tried to persuade you to go and fall in love with others, but now you are putting it aside for ambiguity?"

problem that can be solved.”

"I think she might dismember you."

The author has something to say: it is too late to admit the mistake.

Wife Chase Crematorium is impossible to delete from the outline.

呜呜呜呜等我明天考完我就解放啦！

The typos will be corrected after the exam, I'm going to preview the English XD

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